Hong Kong Island: Trading Around the World to Become a Tycoon

"Sister-in-law Biao, Brother Biao just died. You have to come with me tonight!"

After transmigrating to Kowloon Walled City in 1962, I found myself trapped in a burning wooden shack with a gangster boss's wife who'd been drugged. Outside the door stood more than thirty thugs armed with knives!

With life and death out of my hands, I awakened a "two-way time-space cargo warehouse." It came with a ten-kilometer holographic bird's-eye view, and let me buy and sell supplies endlessly between the modern era and the 1960s!

You want my life? I'll pull out a silenced submachine gun with a night-vision scope and use modern firearms like kindling, silently crushing the old-era gangsters with overwhelming force!

Artificial emeralds that cost a few dollars can be sold to a Central District trading house for a hundred thousand taels of gold. Nylon stockings that cost pennies have the governor's wife bidding like mad. Ten tons of modern rice can arm hundreds of retired special forces veterans!